The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

  

Chapter 2

  

When the six women arrived for their next visit, this time in the early afternoon, they were obviously put out by being greeted by Tessa this time wearing the lurid green rubber dress and the mauve frilled 'Day-Glo' orange cap and apron – and a rather viscous-looking ball gag, in place of the dummy she had used on Jim.

Jim said," Ladies, we were not properly introduced before, but, as myself, my name is Jim. I am only Jane when I am playing a female role, often submissive, but not always."

This was the first time they had heard the word 'submissive' used and they all reacted slightly to it.

"When Tessa is the submissive, she is known as 'Sarah'."

However, they began to relax a bit as Tessa/Sarah served them rather large drinks, which they nervously gulped down and eagerly accepted refills. Jim chatted amiably with them and made it plain that he had no hang-ups about their previous visit, now that Tessa had explained the circumstances and their interest in 'submissive games'.

As he talked, Tessa, now without her gag, stood humbly beside him and the girls were obviously intrigued as they watched Jim's hand slide up inside her rubber skirt and fondled her buttocks. Jim explained how Tessa had tricked him in various ways and they all jumped when she suddenly squealed as he nipped her buttocks hard.

Jim now brought up the question of their wanting to make up a group to play the 'games' and they all agreed very eagerly that they were very interested.

"Yes. When can we start?" asked Eve.

'Good,' thought Jim to himself and winked at Tessa, 'this saves me the trouble of casually introducing the subject and of wheedling them into maids' uniforms later today.'

"Well, I suppose we could start a trial-run today; in fact, immediately if you like. How about if Sarah takes you upstairs, one by one, and lets you choose a uniform? Normally, I would order how each of you should dress, as I have with Sarah, but, as this is your first time, you can have your own choice from our large selection, frilly or plain."

Now that the moment had come, the girls were all eager to get started.

"Can I ask you both something, before we begin?" asked Eve.

"Of course," they both replied simultaneously.

"Well, can you please explain about this set-up? I mean this lovely old house and the background as to how you started all this."

Jim started, "I inherited the house from a distant relative and quite a bit of money came with it, so we eventually decided to indulge our fantasies." At this word, 'fantasies', a collective shiver seemed to go up six spines.

"Otherwise, what do you do with a house this size today? It would be a crying shame to sell it, or to divide it up into apartments."

They all nodded their agreement to that sentiment.

"If we both had jobs and tried to keep it going, we would need a staff to look after it, so that we decided that, since it is an old-fashioned house, we would turn ourselves into old-fashioned skivvies and have a lot of fun looking after it ourselves. And we do, don't we Tessa?"

She nodded and said; "Now I can't imagine doing anything else."

"It helps", added Jim, "that Tessa has money of her own and she puts some of it into our games and equipment, but mostly she 'pays her way', so to speak, by helping to keep the place tidy and just by being here. After all, it wouldn't be much fun for me dressing up on my own and certainly without someone to bully and punish me, or for me to punish," he added darkly.

You will have noticed that that it is in a cul-de-sac and this house blocks the end of the road. This means that our back garden is entirely free from being overlooked and that we can go into it and play our costume games in the open without any interference. We have converted the rooms at the front of the house into our modern living quarters and most visitors never get beyond them, so here we are in a complete private world of our own. Indeed, you will get a few surprises when you see more of it."

"One more question please? I promise it will be the last, for the time being!"

"OK, Eve."

"What about the costumes, maid outfits etc?"

"Yes, I was wondering about them too" said another girl.

This time it was Tessa who answered.

"Ah! We have a widowed lady with two daughters who are all marvellous dressmakers and are also, thankfully, very discreet. But why shouldn't they be, because we are a valuable source of extra income to them.

"If you join us, we shall have sets of uniforms made, so that the schoolteacher will have a room full of schoolgirls in matching uniforms, just like a real school. Or a Housekeeper, with a staff of maids in matching uniforms, also."

Jim now chipped in, "It could be a lot of fun, except that I wish that Tessa had not introduced me to you in the very awkward and humiliating way that she did, but she was very unsure of how I would react to the suggestion to let you in on our secret world. But it turned out very well, as it happened and, with that outcome, I look back on it as a very pleasurable episode. It is unusual to get that degree of genuine shame and humiliation into our games.

"Now shall we begin?"

They all nodded enthusiastically.

Tessa said, " You will remember from the other day, that Jim, dressed as a maid, or schoolgirl, etc., is called 'Jane'. As he has already told you, when I am the submissive, I am 'Sarah'. It is just an extra dose of humiliation, as you saw last time.

"However, it would be too confusing for six extra people to have second names, so you will keep your real names, at least for the moment. OK?"

They all agreed.

"Right," said Jim. "One at a time, but the order will be chosen by lot and please remember your place in the order, because we will use it again later today. Just one thing Sarah," she looked round and curtsied obediently as she waited for him to continue, "Whatever material uniform each one chooses, they are all to have rubber knickers."

He heard one or two intakes of breath, as Sarah curtsied again to acknowledge the instruction. Some implications of their decision were beginning to sink in.

"Incidentally, that is another rule you will have to obey. You must curtsey at every appropriate moment and call me 'Sir'. Understood?"

"Yes," they all muttered with varying degrees of enthusiasm. He was very surprised to see that Eve's response was the most enthusiastic.

"If you eventually do join us as regular maidservants, a short memory like that will be followed very quickly by a sore bottom."

They all stood there, not quite realising what he was getting at and, just as Jim was about to flash a lance at Tessa to explain, Eve got the message and dropped a little curtsey and said "Yes Sir".

"Good girl, Eve".

Then the others slowly followed her example.

Tessa now produced a pack of cards for the lottery and, one by one, the girls chose a card and then followed Tessa out and returned in their chosen uniforms. A mixture of housemaids and parlourmaids, one wearing a rubber apron, and one in a complete rubber uniform, who now seemed to wish she had been more conventional, like the others.

Eve, however, was the main exception as she was dressed in a very short frilly rubber French Maid's outfit. Jim had asked Tessa to try to steer Eve towards such a uniform, but she gave a small shake of her head to indicate that Eve had chosen it all by herself.

Each had curtsied awkwardly as she had re-entered the room, obviously having been coached by Tessa, and they all now stood rather self-consciously in their unfamiliar uniforms with their hands folded demurely in their laps. Jim made a mental note to ask Tessa if she had also told them how to stand, or if they had automatically and instinctively taken up this servant's posture, which they may have seen Tessa using earlier.

She later confessed that she had not thought of it before they came back, but had noticed it in the same way that he had.

"Perhaps it is an instinctive part of wearing a skivvy's uniform," she commented. "Most of them would have maids amongst their female ancestors and so perhaps it is in their genes?" She added this with a smile, to indicate that the last comment was not a serious one.

When they were all ready, Jim led them into another very large room, at the back of the house. This was one of the surprises he had promised them. At one time, the house had been used by a dance school and the room had a highly polished floor and the long wall opposite the windows was covered by floor to ceiling mirrors. There were other mirrors on the end walls (these were also one-way mirrors, but he didn't feel the need to explain that – well, not yet anyway!).

There were even mirrors on the ceiling and the girls gasped as they saw the reflections of their uniformed-selves. By looking at the end mirrors, they could see themselves in a back and front view. Their expressions obviously regarded this as a bonus.

"Yes, it is a very smart and attractive way of dressing, isn't it?" said Jim and then briefly went on to explain the past history of the room and then got back to the present.

After they had fidgeted from foot to foot for a few minutes, Tessa approached him, curtsied and then knelt. She remained kneeling, but turned to face the girls, sat back on her heels and folded her hands in her lap.

"Please curtsey and then kneel facing us as I am kneeling."

The girls obeyed rather clumsily.

"We had intended, The Master and I, to allow this visit to be a preliminary one, when we hoped to get you to try on a uniform by the end of the evening. However, since you have entered into the spirit so readily, that I think we can go further today, if you all agree?"

They all nodded their heads.

"No. Even though I am the one speaking, because The Master is present, you answer to him and humbly say 'Yes Sir'."

They obeyed her and she looked at Jim for permission to go ahead.

"I will explain in more detail about some of the types of games we play for you to have a better idea of what you might be getting into. I am doing this, because we have both noticed your hesitation at times about such things as curtseying and calling Jim 'Sir'. You must remember that in other games, when I am the Mistress, etc., you will have to call me 'Madam', 'Miss', or perhaps 'Nanny', in different scenarios.

"Don't forget that, when you are more experienced in what we do, we want you to take turns at being the Boss, with us being the servants, slaves, children etc. You will then take your turn in dressing, humiliating and even beating us and we hope that you will bring new ideas into the 'games'."

She then added, "But before you can do that, you need to be at the receiving end of the treatment. So, after this visit, you will each have a questionnaire to fill in about what you are willing to have done to you. If you are then undecided about joining in fully, you can have just one more visit before making a decision, but the trial period cannot go on longer than that. Is that all understood and agreed?"

They all nodded at first and then, remembering, said 'Yes Sir' and nobody seemed to be lagging behind this time.

"As I think you all already know, from what you read in that article, spanking, caning, etc., plays a large part in these games, as well as being put into humiliating clothes and situations. So, you will all have to experience being caned and dressed up today before you leave, so that you are in a better position to make your decisions. OK?"

They all said 'Yes Sir', but perhaps a bit more slowly this time, but that was because they had finally come up against a choice they had to make.

"One other thing is that today we are all wearing aprons, except Jim, which means that he is The Boss, whatever the type of game we are playing.

"Today, you put the aprons on yourselves, but, normally, The Boss either ties you into one, or orders you to put one on and that sets the scene and if you then disobey The Boss, you get punished. The Boss might also be wearing an apron, if the game requires it, such as being a Nanny or an Upper servant in charge of you.

"Also, the words 'apron' and 'pinafore' are almost interchangeable, so we have settled on the convention of calling it a pinafore when it is a child's garment, which is usual, and if it has a bib. It is an apron if it is part of a maid's uniform or is from the waist down only.

"You may not have noticed that I am locked into this very fancy apron and cannot take it off, even if I choose to disobey Jim. This is exactly what I did to him when you were last here, when he was very upset at you seeing him dressed in this lurid uniform and you can bet that he is planning on his revenge for that act before you leave.

Jim then put his hand on her shoulder and she immediately shut up.

"Before Tessa explains about the arrangements for introducing you to the whipping block later on, you have got to experience being groped and sexually fondled by a Master, because the questionnaire asks you your views on that also."

He pointed, "You, the Edwardian Parlourmaid. Come here."

The girl got to her feet and shyly edged forward.

"Not like that you stupid cow. Go back and kneel down again," snapped Tessa.

Shocked at her tone of her voice, the maid looked at Jim, who after all had given her the order, but he nodded his agreement.

"Like this. Watch carefully."

Tessa knelt at the end of the line and looked humbly at Jim, "Sir?"

"Come here girl" he snapped.

She got to her feet smoothly and curtsied. Then she walked forward, stopped just in front of him, curtsied again meekly and stood with her hands clasped in front of her.

He nodded, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the floor at his side. She curtsied once again and quickly knelt facing the line of maids.

"Now you again", Jim ordered suddenly, looking at the apprehensive maid.

This time she gave a reasonable imitation of Tessa's performance. He stared at her until she blushed and began to fidget slightly.

"Turn around and face your sisters."

Just in time, she remembered to curtsey again before she obeyed him.

Jim now stood up and began to run his hands over her body, underneath her apron, squeezing her breasts and waist.

"Why isn't this slut wearing a corset?" he asked Tessa.

"Doris didn't think it necessary " she answered.

"Well I know I said they could choose their own uniforms, but I didn't say 'part of a uniform'. A corset is part of this one, so go and get her into it, double quick."

Tessa rose to her feet. They both curtsied and she hurried Doris out of the room.

"The rest of you stand and put your noses against that wall with your hands behind your heads."

They all obeyed and, following Eve's lead, remembered to curtsey before moving.

"Eve, come here!"

He took her into his lap and started to fondle and squeeze everything through the rubber uniform that seemed worth the attention. She gave little gasps and whimpers, especially when he pinched and tweaked.

"Don't you dare turn your heads" he threatened, as he watched the others trying not to give in to the temptation. Their faces were pressed too close to the glass to be able to see Eve's reflection.

He sent her back to her place with a smack on the arse that they didn't have to imagine what the noise meant. Next was the rubber parlourmaid. He stood behind her and fondled her between the apron and the dress.

As he kneaded her breasts through the rubber dress, she moaned slightly and he whispered in her ear, "Wearing rubber to try to curry favour with Tessa and me doesn't work, but it was a good try."

He continued down the line and was gratified that rest of the girls had so accepted the situation, that none of them tried to object, or hold themselves back. Then Tessa and Doris returned, just as he had finished, and he subjected Doris to a repeat performance.

"Now the uniform looks much better. How does it feel?"

"The corset is very tight and a bit uncomfortable, Sir, and it seems hard to breathe."

"Don't worry about that. Next time I will demote you to housemaid and put you into a proper corset for a day's housework. That will soon get you used to wearing a tight one. Isn't that so, Sarah?"

"Yes Sir" she replied, remembering what it felt like after a full day's scrubbing and polishing being constricted like that.

Jim then lined them up again on their knees, while Tessa explained the arrangements about their inaugural caning.

"Often, when the Master wants to punish me, he makes me choose from a pack of playing cards, which determines how many strokes I shall get. If it is a small offence, the picture cards count as zero, but if it is a major one, they count as twelve instead. If the card is black, I get the cane or the strap on my knickers; red, on my bare bum. Today the pictures are twelve, but the joker is always a special card that counts as twenty. Ten on the knickers, followed by ten on the bare.

"To add a bit of spice for your first time, you will each choose a card behind your backs. We will then show it to the others and seal it in an envelope, which you will carry around in your apron pocket, or behind your bib, if there is no pocket. If anyone tells someone else what their card is, although I cannot imagine why they should want to do so, she will get that card's value added to her own card and will get the combined amount on the bare."

Jim chipped in and added, "Before we begin, I think it would be a bit unfair to let you all risk twenty for the first time, so I will extract the joker and award it to Sarah."

She grimaced as he tucked the envelope behind her brightly coloured bib and her look said clearly, 'I expected you to do something like that for your revenge.'

As the choice progressed, Jim could see why she made them pick the card behind their backs. Whatever they actually picked, Tessa held up and then enveloped the one she had chosen in place of it. There were two tens, two pictures and two aces; all pairs, one of each colour, and Eve got the red ace. Even the disorientated girls were eventually bound eventually to realise that it could not be a coincidence!

"One thing I forgot to mention", she added when the ceremony was over and the girls were looking apprehensively at one another, "Aces don't count as one, but always as fifteen."

Jim called for their attention and said, "Now we are going to be served tea and cakes by Sarah and you can talk normally, so long as you remember to call me 'Sir'. By the way, Sarah will be caned first and the rest will follow in the order in which you were dressed."

  

  

  

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